Sunday… Don’t tell me what I can say!

 Picture of the day:

An old General Store in Eastanollee Georgia from the time of my grandpa's store.  THANKS to Lisa up in Michigan. I will research some more I would love to have a picture back when mama was a kid.

Today’s stuff:

I order a lot of stuff like many people today. I never cease to think of how things turn around. As a kid my mama ordered from Sears & Roebuck catalog. Even her baby chicks came in the mail in a box with holes in the sides. I loved that.

And for many many years very few folks ordered, NOW? Wow, Amazon has out stripped Walmart. Who woulda thunk it?

Anyway as you all know once you order and it is delivered, immediately you get the auto email, “How did you like the product?” Most of the time before you have had time to even use it.

I have tried to respond, and a few times I might give them 5-star and say a few words. Once or twice I used 3-5 words, I.e. “I enjoyed the product!”

I immediately received the notation, ‘not enough words!’ What? Don’t tell me how to comment. You asked, I responded, you should be happy about anything good that is said!

Anyway, I told them I would not respond again. I know they don’t care but I definitely won’t feel bad bout NOT making a comment.

Take care out there I just wanted to VENT, Thanks.

Nite Shipslog

PS: WE are settled in Eustis again. Nice place. Mark will be over and we will attend church here in the park. Our pastor here has a dog on the stage with him. He is very wise man, an in depth sermon, very well delivered and less than 30 mins.. Singers from different states most use guitars. Good sounds...

I just  found a picture of some muddy girls. Left is Sherece, Right is her mother Corrinne.  Some competition they were in.  Running obstacle course water and mud involved.